Chapter 62: The Great Thief Who Stole Heaven

  Who says there are no mountain bandits in the city? Damn it, this is ridiculous! Mountain bandits still distinguish between urban and rural areas? Look at that camel, obviously a pair of green eyes, specifically to inquire who has more money...

  The fat boy wanted to cry but had no tears.

  That scoundrel not only scared himself half to death, but also made off with the few poor silver notes in his bosom when he left, and didn't even spare a few taels of loose silver.

  He even gave himself a nice name: doing good deeds and accumulating virtues. Before leaving, he added one more sentence: I spend your money to help you out of trouble, don't take it to heart. I'm a kind-hearted person.

  Your grandma's tears, if everyone was as "kind-hearted" as you, there would be no one left in this world...

  Buddy, I've accompanied you for so many miles. If you want to find someone else to take my place, go ahead, even if it's those cute and charming girls. I won't be jealous or possessive. Just don't come looking for me again, that's all. I'm really not wealthy...

  Fatso walked and prayed all the way.

  Chu Yang left the city that afternoon and headed to the mines outside the city. He wanted to purchase some steel, but when he arrived, he realized that the 300,000 taels of silver notes Wu Yunliang had given him before he left, which sounded like a lot, were not enough for what he needed.

  Sorry, we're Iron Cloud Nation's steel pipe makers!

  Chu Yang spent 10,000 taels of silver to build connections and finally bought a large batch from the ore processing workshop at a high price. Thirty million taels of silver had already gone halfway. Just one night passed, Chu Yang looked at the piece of refined iron in front of him, which was only as thick and long as his arm, and he wanted to cry but had no tears.

  Helpless, the remaining silver was also invested. In the blink of an eye, from a big rich man with 300,000 yuan on his waist to a poor man, but still a drop in the bucket. Chu Yang's eyebrows wrinkled, anger rising from his heart, evil growing in his gallbladder.

  Money is everything, money is key.

  Can a single penny kill a hero? This sentence is a joke to Master Chu. A single penny can indeed kill an idiot, but if you want to kill me, Master Chu? Hehehe...

  A green light like that of a wolf shot out from Chu Yang's eyes.

  The second night, several wealthy households in Iron Cloud City were suddenly robbed collectively!

  The thief was extremely cunning, coming and going in the dark night, entering door after door, truly a hundred households were visited at night. In the morning, several wealthy owners looked at their empty gold vaults, and one by one they didn't even have time to catch their breath before fainting away.

  Even if millions of mice had entered the granary at the same time, it wouldn't have been this clean! When mice enter a granary, they would at least leave behind some scattered grain husks, but these few wealthy men's treasuries were completely empty, with only echoes when stepped into.

  On the ground, a cloud of dust is flying...

  All the gold is gone, all the silver is gone, all the treasured possessions are gone, spotlessly clean. Even if an old mouse were to enter, it would come out with tears in its eyes. This thief is too ruthless and thorough!

  All the bodyguards were motionless and silent, but everything was gone...

  One of the Li Lao Cai hid the silver ticket under his pillow, and after seeing the warehouse, he felt a little comforted in his heart, thinking that he could keep some private money. Who knew that when he went back to check on the silver ticket, he was knocked unconscious with one punch, and when he woke up, tens of thousands of taels of silver tickets were gone.

  In the dim light, I only saw a hunchback...

  In every rich man's warehouse, a line of handwriting was left behind, showing the integrity of this great thief. It reads: "The name is not changed when walking, and the surname is not changed when sitting. The one who robs the rich to help the poor is Ma San, the Five Flower Mountain bandit!"

  There is indeed a bold and heroic spirit of one person doing things and another person taking responsibility.

  The next morning, the drum for grievances outside the yamen of Iron Cloud City was beaten with a deafening sound. Moreover, it was continuous and uninterrupted, with dozens of fat-headed and big-eared old rich men crying with tears all over their faces, almost collapsing in madness as they wildly swung the drumsticks, beating once and wailing once. Later on, the entire square in front of the yamen became a scene of wailing...

  The sound is mournful and piercing, like a mountain ape's wail, moving people to tears.

  But in Tieyun City, from officials to ordinary people, everyone was watching with cold eyes, and some were even setting off firecrackers to celebrate the disaster...

  The officials went through the motions of registering them and then let these old rich men go back and wait for news.

  These guys are really not good stuff, usually with their eyes on top of their heads, arrogant and bullying men and women, not to mention being rich but not benevolent. Even when the Crown Prince was raising donations at the beginning of the year to build an army, these iron roosters didn't even contribute a single hair, saying that they had no leftover grain at home and were about to be unable to open their pots...

  It's about time to lift the lid, and yet you can still lose tens of thousands of taels of silver and tens of thousands of taels of gold in one go? Your brothers are also too capable, aren't they...

  Did you only lose this silver money? Alas! Why didn't the thief take your little dicks along with it? You actually still expect us to help you get back the losses... Even if we do get them back, we'll have to say that we didn't.

  It's better for the army to have more military expenses.

  However, the news of the hunt for "Wu Huashan Ma Tuozi" spread like wildfire. No matter what, this extremely evil and greedy thief must be caught and brought to justice!

  In one night, dozens of wealthy families were robbed; how many accomplices must have been involved? If this is allowed to happen unchecked, the consequences will be endless.

  As a result, the law enforcement officers in the entire Iron Cloud City were busy. In just a few days, Ma Luosi was not caught, but a batch of thieves and pickpockets were caught one after another...

  Outside the government office, in a distant corner, a richly dressed fat man was shaking all over as he watched these crying and wailing wealthy men. His eyes were almost bulging out of their sockets, his lips were trembling, and his face had turned pale blue, just like a buttock that had sat on a hard bench for half a day without any blood color.

  Good heavens... This is really what that camel did! I dare to swear... Because all the people he stole from are those I told him about... Not a single one was missed.

  My goodness!

  The bandits are fierce and cruel.

  Luckily I was caught in advance, if it were someone else who got caught, then among the unlucky ones now, there would be me too...

  To be honest, Chu Yang's ability to take down these people so accurately is all thanks to these stingy and ruthless individuals. This fat guy deserves credit! Because he himself is somewhat shameless and despicable, of course the friends he associates with are also a bunch of scoundrels.

  At that time, under the threat of Chu Yang, in order to save his life, who cares about friends or not? Of course, there are also some people who do business properly and are enthusiastic about public welfare, they have a lot of money. But this fat man usually doesn't get along with those people, and they don't look up to him either, they're not familiar with each other. In the heat of the moment, what he blurted out were naturally some people he was most familiar with...

  Listening to the sound of crying, the fat boy covered his ears and turned around, twisting his fat butt, rolling all the way back home... His mom's, now I'm basically one of the top rich guys among those people, hahaha, let them look down on me for not having money in the past, now, hum, who can compare to my wealth?

  Thank you Camel...

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  Three days later, Chu Yang, with a head like a chicken coop, opened for business on the bustling main street two streets away from the Crown Prince's mansion.

  This is a three-story building, just yesterday it was still a teahouse, but today it suddenly changed its facade. Three teams specializing in moving and construction have been busy here for a whole day and night.

  The original owner of the tea house was strange, but seeing Huang's gold, he didn't ask anything and moved away quickly.

  Joking, his teahouse, including the house, personnel and equipment, is worth only 50 or 60 taels of gold. The other side, being wealthy and arrogant, offered 200 taels of yellow gold, not wanting anything inside, and he could easily find another place to reopen with the same staff, anyone who wouldn't accept this would be a fool...

  So this place is now under the control of Chu, who has become a wealthy and influential boss.